The brave Noa slightly removed the notebook shrouding her face and cautiously glinted at the elf by the window. As she saw the elf smilling at her, Noa immediatelly hid her notebook behind her back. Realising her own suspicious behavious, she then quickly nodded at the elf with a nervous smile before bumping against the nearest Inn's patron:
"Ops." - as if out of habit, her nimble-fingers instantly found their way into the person's pockets as she attempted to regain her balance between her stumbling.
The red-haired girl then found herself holding a bagful of coins in her hand, doltishly staring at the person she just unintentionally robbed.
The Mistyvale Inn
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Chia
- Dasarian Scout
- Posts: 432
- Joined: Fri Jan 12, 2007 5:43 pm
- Main Player Character: A paladin. Honest!
- Location: Anywhere, as long as it has shinies.
A loud, damp explosion suddenly shudders the walls of the inn, sending clouds of dust falling down out of the rafters. A loud and incoherent shout of rage, rich in higher voice tones, follows.
There is sevaral moments of peace, and a door slams, with angry footsteps running through the the length of the corridor on the second floor toward the window at its ends. The sound effects pause for a moment, then the footsteps resume coming the other way toward the stairs leading to the commons.
The door flies open, revealing a completely drenched female tiefling. Her gray skin is clear, given that while she is well equiped in the weapons department, that with the hand axe and a rapier in her hands, she is wearing nothing but soaked undergarments, the whiteness of the richly embroidered and finely woven linen contrasting with the color of her skin.
Her face is twisted in anger, the large burn scar covering most of the left side of her face adding a disconcerningly morbid element to the situation.
She glares angrily at the regulars of the inn, taking a deep breath in before letting it out in a loud and painful burst of a sound.
"Which son of a carrion crawler thinks it's funny to blow up people's baths? HUH?"
There is sevaral moments of peace, and a door slams, with angry footsteps running through the the length of the corridor on the second floor toward the window at its ends. The sound effects pause for a moment, then the footsteps resume coming the other way toward the stairs leading to the commons.
The door flies open, revealing a completely drenched female tiefling. Her gray skin is clear, given that while she is well equiped in the weapons department, that with the hand axe and a rapier in her hands, she is wearing nothing but soaked undergarments, the whiteness of the richly embroidered and finely woven linen contrasting with the color of her skin.
Her face is twisted in anger, the large burn scar covering most of the left side of her face adding a disconcerningly morbid element to the situation.
She glares angrily at the regulars of the inn, taking a deep breath in before letting it out in a loud and painful burst of a sound.
"Which son of a carrion crawler thinks it's funny to blow up people's baths? HUH?"
I am not contrary!
*When Chia flips open the door, she finds only Minuvas standing before her. The end of her shouting rant seemingly has her breath blowing across his breastplate. Only a wall of Red Steel meets Chia's Eyes. He was handing out notices to Citizens in the Inn of the Description of the Namreg criminals*
*His long....stare is not one that would appreciate the feminine physique of Chia, but rather - his stare is profusely stuck on two , pronged, horns coming from the females head. He is clad in his typical armor, and his face is fixed on a scowl*
"Does your Breed take to the belief that it can DEMAND things of the Citizens of this Empire - Halfblood?"
*He scoffs. Not really interested in quarreling with a Tiefling at this time*
"Listen, I've got better things to do than to put you in your place right now. but Remember woman, you've got no right to demand things of anyone around here. Take this...and be on the lookout, make yourself useful." *He shoves a flier into her chest, detailing the descriptions of Pyconn and Nell Namregs - and their crimes*
His boot thuds against the ground as he walks past Chia, not utterly concerned with her response.. but only turns around over his shoulder and speaks "And for all that is Holy in the name of Lochwar, put some clothes on". He knocks on the next Door of the Inn....
*His long....stare is not one that would appreciate the feminine physique of Chia, but rather - his stare is profusely stuck on two , pronged, horns coming from the females head. He is clad in his typical armor, and his face is fixed on a scowl*
"Does your Breed take to the belief that it can DEMAND things of the Citizens of this Empire - Halfblood?"
*He scoffs. Not really interested in quarreling with a Tiefling at this time*
"Listen, I've got better things to do than to put you in your place right now. but Remember woman, you've got no right to demand things of anyone around here. Take this...and be on the lookout, make yourself useful." *He shoves a flier into her chest, detailing the descriptions of Pyconn and Nell Namregs - and their crimes*
His boot thuds against the ground as he walks past Chia, not utterly concerned with her response.. but only turns around over his shoulder and speaks "And for all that is Holy in the name of Lochwar, put some clothes on". He knocks on the next Door of the Inn....
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Chia
- Dasarian Scout
- Posts: 432
- Joined: Fri Jan 12, 2007 5:43 pm
- Main Player Character: A paladin. Honest!
- Location: Anywhere, as long as it has shinies.
While it his hard to say due to the hue of her skin, she does seem to redden a bit as Minuvas turns her back to him. For a few moments the hands gripping handles of her weapons whiten, then she seems to realize her actions and quickly eases up her grip.
She mockingly mimics Minuvas' expression, silently mouthing the words at the priest's retreating back, her eyes darting both ways to assure relative privacy.
With a shrug, she turns to seek out Roggin's gaze among the inn's customers, raising her voice a bit unnecessarily too much to reach the dwarf.
"Can I get some hot water in my room? Thanks!"
After one more glare at the inn's gathered occupants, she stomps off back to her room, retracking the wet footsteps on the wooden floors.
A dropped flyer with a dirtied footprint is all that remains of the commotion.
That, and a slow drip of faintly perfumed water, seeping through the lowered part of the ceiling of the common room from one of the room above.
She mockingly mimics Minuvas' expression, silently mouthing the words at the priest's retreating back, her eyes darting both ways to assure relative privacy.
With a shrug, she turns to seek out Roggin's gaze among the inn's customers, raising her voice a bit unnecessarily too much to reach the dwarf.
"Can I get some hot water in my room? Thanks!"
After one more glare at the inn's gathered occupants, she stomps off back to her room, retracking the wet footsteps on the wooden floors.
A dropped flyer with a dirtied footprint is all that remains of the commotion.
That, and a slow drip of faintly perfumed water, seeping through the lowered part of the ceiling of the common room from one of the room above.
I am not contrary!
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Kell
- WANTED: Dead or Alive
- Posts: 2560
- Joined: Fri Sep 22, 2006 9:42 pm
- Main Player Character: Yvalee Serius
- Other PCs: Yvalee Serius | Ardaion Aeramin
Retired: Kell Dy'ner | Redboot Lieutenant Azrael Snapwyre | Aswaith Ravenash - Location: Third row, second grave to the left
*With even wider eyes, Aswaith follows the commotion. At seeing Minuvas dish out at the thiefling he frowns but at hearing the thiefling curse like a sailor he feels need to frown as well. Seeing a half naked half thiefling makes him smile but seeing Noa slip out quickly makes him confused again. All in all, he's not sure what to think of it and just stays quiet once more.*
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Mon-da-oth
- Forum Troll
- Posts: 2013
- Joined: Sat Sep 23, 2006 2:21 am
- Main Player Character: Rhode Wraigh
- Other PCs: Reginald Schudotter
- Location: Edgewood, MD
Rhodes leap from the upper window of the inn resulted in a rather spectaular roll once he hit the ground leaving him standing next to the guardsman standing outside. This was followed only seconds later by a booming explosion coming from the upper level.
Rhode turned and smirked at the startled guardsman. "Yous ever seens a tiefl'n fart on a candle befers?"
Rhode ducked quickly into the inn's door frame as Chia's angry face appeared in the window above. He had to step aside quickly as Minuvas shoved the door open and walked out of the inn.
Trying to hide the grin on his face he slipped back into the inn as the door swung back shut.
Rhode turned and smirked at the startled guardsman. "Yous ever seens a tiefl'n fart on a candle befers?"
Rhode ducked quickly into the inn's door frame as Chia's angry face appeared in the window above. He had to step aside quickly as Minuvas shoved the door open and walked out of the inn.
Trying to hide the grin on his face he slipped back into the inn as the door swung back shut.
The faint dawn slowly arrived from the lands beyond, embracing the Mistyvalle Inn in its first rays of light as the patrons rose from their warm, cosy beds and prepared themselves for another day of ungratifying work.
A young woman opened her room’s door, wearing the same green outfit for work while braiding the rest of her hair and shambled through the dimly illuminated corridor, a yawn accompanying each of her steps together with all other sleepy patrons making their way into the lower floor.
Reaching the kitchen and almost stepping on the gnome mistress at it, Noa reached her hand for a piece of bread before being tugged back by Roggins.
“…fine, fine, I’ll wait…” – she yawned – “Just as everyone else is…” – with that, she yawned her entire way to the counter, giving little thought to who was awake and who not. As she reached one of the seats, she finally glanced, with dropping eyelids, at her surroundings and the patrons.
A young woman opened her room’s door, wearing the same green outfit for work while braiding the rest of her hair and shambled through the dimly illuminated corridor, a yawn accompanying each of her steps together with all other sleepy patrons making their way into the lower floor.
Reaching the kitchen and almost stepping on the gnome mistress at it, Noa reached her hand for a piece of bread before being tugged back by Roggins.
“…fine, fine, I’ll wait…” – she yawned – “Just as everyone else is…” – with that, she yawned her entire way to the counter, giving little thought to who was awake and who not. As she reached one of the seats, she finally glanced, with dropping eyelids, at her surroundings and the patrons.
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The Explorer
- Beat that & drank that
- Posts: 3122
- Joined: Sun Jan 21, 2007 6:55 pm
- Main Player Character: Mordecai
- Other PCs: Lorval Silverbeard, Kez Ryskill, Tobias Skyler Blyth, Tobin Scoobay
- Location: Where I fall a slumber I dwell
*The front door to Misty in opens Jherod stumbles through yawning walks to a stool in a strong but zombie like fashion then sits*
"What day is this, how much did I drink last night?" *Brushes some grass from his armor and looks at Chia* "Where did I sleep last night and since when are halflings aloud to walk around in here brandishing weapons?"
*Stretches then Looks at Roggins and says in a loud tone* "Roggins have that girl bring me my morning tea now"
*The barmaid brings him his tea at a quickend pace hands it to him and he drinks it still hot*
"Lets see who's in today" *Nods to Noa* "Hello old friend it's been a long time is business good?"
"What day is this, how much did I drink last night?" *Brushes some grass from his armor and looks at Chia* "Where did I sleep last night and since when are halflings aloud to walk around in here brandishing weapons?"
*Stretches then Looks at Roggins and says in a loud tone* "Roggins have that girl bring me my morning tea now"
*The barmaid brings him his tea at a quickend pace hands it to him and he drinks it still hot*
"Lets see who's in today" *Nods to Noa* "Hello old friend it's been a long time is business good?"
"When faced with important decisions it's a 90% chance your initial choice is right for you."
Mordecai - Mischievous Mage of Cuhanna
Kez Ryskill - Decayed
Lorval Silverbeard - Stormbeard Defender
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baby1111007
- Dragon Rider
- Posts: 878
- Joined: Fri Sep 22, 2006 9:33 pm
- Location: cooking up a storm in the kitchens
Zahira walks down from her room, her crimson and yellow silks immaculate. She takes a seat at a table and waits for her tea, her eyes scanning the patrons with curiosity. As she waits her lips curve in an impish smile as her fingers toy with a lock of red hair that escapes the yellow turban she wears.
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Noa nodded to the man sitting close to her with a small, weary smile filling her face as she added far too many spoons of sugar to her beverage:
"Good morning, Sir Jherod..." - she then sipped a bit from her warm drink and evinced a bright smile - "Business is fine, just fine! And it has indeed been a while! How have you been? Any interesting...ah."
Noticing a familiar shape walking down the stairs, Noa woodenly turned around and waved, spilling some of her milky beverage on her knees and perhaps on some of the near by patrons.
"Oh drat..!"
"Good morning, Sir Jherod..." - she then sipped a bit from her warm drink and evinced a bright smile - "Business is fine, just fine! And it has indeed been a while! How have you been? Any interesting...ah."
Noticing a familiar shape walking down the stairs, Noa woodenly turned around and waved, spilling some of her milky beverage on her knees and perhaps on some of the near by patrons.
"Oh drat..!"
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Kell
- WANTED: Dead or Alive
- Posts: 2560
- Joined: Fri Sep 22, 2006 9:42 pm
- Main Player Character: Yvalee Serius
- Other PCs: Yvalee Serius | Ardaion Aeramin
Retired: Kell Dy'ner | Redboot Lieutenant Azrael Snapwyre | Aswaith Ravenash - Location: Third row, second grave to the left
"NOBODY MOVE!" Aswaith burst into the door, shifty eyes left and right as he hurries to close the door behind him. He stands against it for a few seconds, then loosens up some. "Good.. we're all safe and sound here. Don't go outside. The skies are falling and there are giant pidgeons at the gate." He takes a step into the inn. Then another, wobbly one. "But not to worry. It's not the end of the world as we know it. Because. We have this...!" He darts a hand up, holding one single leaf.